Someone who notices…
Someone who notices when my silence feels different.
Someone who asks, “Are you okay?” and genuinely waits for the answer.
Someone who remembers the little things I casually mention, notices the changes in my voice, and understands the feelings I struggle to put into
words.
That kind of person feels like home.

Someone who notices when my silence feels different.
Someone who asks, “Are you okay?” and genuinely waits for the answer.
Someone who remembers the little things I casually mention, notices the changes in my voice, and understands the feelings I struggle to put into
words.
That kind of person feels like home.



